Wednesday, April 30th, 2014
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New York City, April 29, 2014

★★ The grayness and rawness were less unpleasant, themselves, than the obvious fact that they were going to get worse. An ant-line of young men streamed though the turnstiles, dressed in matching black synthetic fleece, with non-English text embroidery. The dread was at last confirmed by big, scattered raindrops, and then little, abundant ones.  A hood was enough to stop them, till the wind coming down the block yanked the hood back.